Capo 1th Fret And the little boy stared   Into the eyes of the night Button collects price of his time Little girl glared The bullets connects to the price of her crime                       Wasn’t it their bed                     Haven’t we paid penance                 To the nuguns Now the little boy sees Through the eyes of delight Levers erect note of his rhyme Little girl bled Sheets of the night The lovers connect to the price of his dime What have we said Wasn’t it their bed What of our presence Haven’t we paid penance To the nuguns to the nuguns                                         What have we said Wasn’t it their bed What of our presence Haven’t we paid penance What have we said Wasn’t it their bed What of our presence Haven’t we paid penance To the nuguns to the nuguns